Broken Light
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To jump from one step to the next. To jump from one building off into the air. To be free from life and its chains of limitations. To defy logic itself, to deny life its game. To go against beliefs, to let go of destiny. To let oneself fall and splatter in deaths arms. Sweet, oh sweet relief. ~The Author
This story is about a girl who has the worst life. She goes day by day wishing for someone to rescue her. Of course not all stories end in smiles.
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